This is not the first time I have encountered a robot in the wild. Across the mighty Mississippi River, there is a sports bar I go to occasionally in Illinois as it is close to the golf course I go to most. If Señora is not around for dinner I may stop in there for a bite. For a while now, they have had a robot that brings the food from the kitchen in back to the waitress station in the middle. It always seems a little rickety to me, but I have never seen it spill anything. On the other hand, I am in this establishment less than a handful of times a year.
I was in a local grocery store, Schnucks, this afternoon. Señora had decided she wanted me to fix my infamous Continue reading “Face Off with A Robot”